Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1862 - 490 oldal |
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30. oldal
... silence . And how natural was it , that their fondest and best efforts should be directed towards poetry ! The first notes , indeed , with which they ven- tured to join the choral strain , were in a voice soft , gentle , and low- " an ...
... silence . And how natural was it , that their fondest and best efforts should be directed towards poetry ! The first notes , indeed , with which they ven- tured to join the choral strain , were in a voice soft , gentle , and low- " an ...
31. oldal
... silence . Such is now the situation of England . Her third poetical era is closing , and although sweet notes are still vibrating in our ears , they are swan - like notes , that speak of a dying close . The present generation of men who ...
... silence . Such is now the situation of England . Her third poetical era is closing , and although sweet notes are still vibrating in our ears , they are swan - like notes , that speak of a dying close . The present generation of men who ...
37. oldal
... Silence were wise , where satire will not mend . Why wound the feelings of our noble youth , And grate their tender ears with odious truth ? They cherish Arno and his flux of song , And hate the man who tells ' em they are wrong . Your ...
... Silence were wise , where satire will not mend . Why wound the feelings of our noble youth , And grate their tender ears with odious truth ? They cherish Arno and his flux of song , And hate the man who tells ' em they are wrong . Your ...
59. oldal
... silent , dismally serene : Some prompt ejaculation whisper'd low , Yet bears him up against the threat'ning foe ; And thus poor Giles , though half inclined to fly , Mutters his doubts , and strains his steadfast eye . " " Tis not my ...
... silent , dismally serene : Some prompt ejaculation whisper'd low , Yet bears him up against the threat'ning foe ; And thus poor Giles , though half inclined to fly , Mutters his doubts , and strains his steadfast eye . " " Tis not my ...
63. oldal
... silent thou , Still shalt thou flow , And jog along thy destined way : But when I glean the sultry fields , When earth her yellow harvest yields , Thou gett'st a holiday . Steady as truth , on either end Thy daily task performing well ...
... silent thou , Still shalt thou flow , And jog along thy destined way : But when I glean the sultry fields , When earth her yellow harvest yields , Thou gett'st a holiday . Steady as truth , on either end Thy daily task performing well ...
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Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth Century (Classic Reprint) Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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109. oldal - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
403. oldal - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
110. oldal - We in thought will join your throng. Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May!
165. oldal - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
110. oldal - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence : truths that wake To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man, nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather.
299. oldal - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
236. oldal - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
104. oldal - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' ' How many are you, then,' said I, * If they two are in heaven ?' Quick was the little Maid's reply,
103. oldal - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they, I pray you tell?
163. oldal - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright, And that he knew it was a fiend...